Although Peter Bradshaw evidently thinks it's crap, I really liked The Big Short. Great screenplay, editing and directing. And Christian Bale's performance has to be worth at least an Oscar nomination. It was a bit like watching a Michael Moore documentary (no bad thing - Bowling for Columbine and Sicko stick influentially in the mind) but without Michael Moore. Okay, I still don't understand high finance or the people (?) who perform it, but I don't understand black holes very well either, which didn't stop me enjoying Stephen Hawking's Reith lectures this year. Thing is, though, The Big Short's brand of cruel and fraudulent capitalism continues unabated, and somewhere someone is already betting other people's suffering on the next bubble of bullish fart gas bursting. The Big Short does - can do - nothing to stop the next tranche (sic) of poor people being unfairly tempted, bled dry and then discarded by callous bankers and their rotting financial food-chain cronies. They should all be on chain gangs, or better still compelled to open their penthouses and mansions to the homeless. Painful as it was, I appreciated the inescapable moral vacuum faced by our 'heroes' at the conclusion of The Big Short. Such capitalism may be almost as compellingly deadly as the pull of a black hole.
An appropriate photo of one of Andrew Neill's photos of being homeless in Cardiff
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